Seduction at the Old Gaol

Belinda climaxed and he picked her up with one hand around her soft thighs and lowered her on to the makeshift mattress. He brushed away her hair that was lying untidily around her face and then moved down to kiss her bare breasts. Her body was processing the natural high and was once again returning to life. First her eyes, which were now beaming, and then her strong body as it fought to untangle itself from James's arms.

"Come with me!" she panted.

Dressed only in her skimpy blue underwear and with her breasts totally free, Belinda led James back into the museum. With his strong hand held tightly in hers, she led him over to the old timber stocks and lifted the top.

"Lie on your back," Belinda breathed, eager to explore yet another fantasy.

The timber was ancient and as hard of steel, but the two halves still lined up perfectly. There was no way that James was going to pull out either his hands or head without the stocks being opened and that seemed unlikely as Belinda had placed one foot on top and was standing determinedly with her hands on her hips.

"I don't even need a padlock for these," she breathed as she now sat down on the stocks

With her legs wide apart, James could see the narrow strip of blue fabric running between her legs, with all but the most intimate parts of her crotch still revealed. He could see the intricate detail of the woman's body, especially her thighs which looked even stronger from his vantage point. He tensed the muscles in his throat and tried to sit up.

"No chance," she breathed, the situation turning her on like crazy and the proximity of James's lips all too tempting.

"How can I kiss you if you keep me trapped down here?"

Belinda's hips were straining as her legs opened further. "Where would you like to kiss me?"

"Pretty much everywhere..."

Belinda closed the hasp on the stocks before edging forward and down on to James's face. Even when she was sitting on his face she wanted to make sure he stayed locked in place.

One second James was kissing the blue fabric and the next he was inside it, taking his first taste of her scent. She never been kissed down there, her ex-husband had never offered and it wasn't her place to suggest. Fuck, it felt nice and she was brought to the limit just too quickly. She sat back on the stocks grinning like a virgin.

James was hard, but with Belinda sitting on the stocks there was little he could do about it. She was slowly recovering from high number two, but it was now getting late and she was running out of time. She had to get back to relieve the babysitter and with her daughter at home, it would be too complicated if James came with her.

"I really have to go," she said, her long hair constantly falling across her face as she looked down between her legs.

"Well I guess I'd better let you out," he joked while rattling his trapped wrists.

"You're welcome to stay here."

"In the stocks?"

"No, I'll find you a nice cosy cell... it will be fun."

"Locked cell?"

"I may lock it..."

"May?"

She gave him her most alluring smile. "I've always wanted to keep someone here overnight..."

Her sexy body was still sitting above him, taunting him.

"Alone?" he asked.

"Are you scared?"

"Me?" he replied. If the prisoners could live here for sixty years, then surely he could manage one night. He would have preferred to spend the night with her, but the idea of her locking him in a cell was turning him on, plus it would guarantee him the chance to see Belinda again in the morning.

"Good, so you're up for it?" she checked, her hands on her hips.

Only after James agreed, Belinda stood up and opened the stocks. Walking on the balls of her feet and still almost naked with her breasts and butt bouncing, she pulled another exhibit from the museum display and led him back to the cell

"What is that?" James asked.

"I thought you wanted the full tour?"

Belinda was still almost naked as she laid out the jumble of heavy chains. James sat on the makeshift bed as the naked brunette positioned two heavy cuffs around his ankles and then two more around his wrists. All four cuffs were connected to each other with modest lengths of heavy chains. There was still one more chain attached.

"Where does that go?" James asked apprehensively.

"Just here."

Belinda had taken the last chain and placed it around a metal ring that was fixed into the cell wall.

"You're chaining me to the wall?" James exclaimed.

"Standard for dangerous prisoners..."

"Am I dangerous?"

"You are to me."

James reached for Belinda's bottom, which was now bouncing above him and with hand around her hips, he pulled it closes enough to kiss.

"Hey, what you doing?" she shrieked.

"As you're going to leave me in jail all night, the least you can do is let me kiss your bottom."

"I don't think that's a legal right!"

"Isn't it?"

"You really want to kiss my bottom?"

Fuck, why did he make her feel like a schoolgirl? She pushed him back on to the bed and kept him down by sitting on his face, his features completely obliterated beneath her.

"Good, at least this will also keep you in place while I screw up your cuffs."

Belinda's butt would have distracted James from pretty much anything and he gently kissed her most intimate areas as she used the unique key to tighten the locking screws on all the cuffs. Unfortunately for her prisoner, her sexual energy translated into extra strength in her hands as they turned and tightened the steel bolts. His shackles were fully locked down and her vagina was fully open, two events that were more than a little related.

"That's it, you're shackled," she purred.

James wrists were only two inches apart and so were his ankles and the short chain connecting the two meant he couldn't lift his hands above his waist. He climbed awkwardly to his feet and shuffled across to her until he was jerked back by the chain locked to the wall. Belinda was beaming with the key held tightly in her hand.

"Do I get to keep the key?"

She shook her head and bit her lip.

"Well at least the condemned man gets one last request, right?"

Belinda pushed him backwards on to the cushions and dropped down on top of him. He was rock hard and Belinda easily eased him inside her and started to move rhythmically up and down.

Belinda sat astride him, breathing fast.

"That's the first time I've made love in chains," James said, spotting the cuff key lying just out of reach on the floor.

"That's the first time I've fucked an inmate."

"Inmate?"

"I can assure you that you won't escape tonight."

James was ready to go again and positioned himself inside her and thrust upwards making Belinda cry out in pleasure. She may have shackled him, but he was in control when they made love. Belinda cried out again, leaving no doubt about what he was doing to her body until she came and flopped down exhausted on top of him.

Her dosing eyes opened and tried to focus on James's watch. She groaned as she climbed off his warm body and picked up her figure hugging dress from the stone floor. She stepped in and turned to face the opposite wall so that James could zip her in. James struggled to his feet lifting with him a tonne of steel, but the restraints stopped him from reaching up high enough to zip.

"Mmm, I must remember to let you zip be in before I shackle you," she giggled as she twisted and stretched behind to reach the zip.

"You could unlock me?"

"And spoil all your fun?"

"Or maybe you could not put your dress back on?"

"Kids, babysitters!" she replied, frustrated that the real world was interfering with her fantasy.

She stepped into her high heels and only just managed to stay on her feet. She pulled on her red cardigan and gave James the briefest of goodnight kisses before picking up the keys and walking over to the doorway. James tried to shuffle after her, to kiss her one more time, but his leash was too short. Belinda just stood in the doorway in her figure hugging dress, jingling keys in her hand.

"All night locked in the cell... and I have all the keys."

She was no longer hiding the fact that his plight aroused her and was now using the keys to massage the front of her dress.

"Can I give you my order for breakfast?" James smiled, his shackled naked body with an obvious erection still straining to reach her.

"No."

"You will come back for me in the morning?"

"We'll see."

Belinda so wanted to play all night, but she was already very late for her babysitter. She pushed the heavy door closed, slid across the bolt across and quickly and efficiently padlocked it in place.

James shuffled over to the door and looked at her smouldering brown eyes through the grille. Her eyes were aroused and there was no doubt that she was turned on by seeing him inside the tiny cell. He had no possible way to escape from those eyes until she decided.

"What does it feel like?" she breathed.

"Fucking sexy."

That only encouraged her and she reached down and hitched up her dress. Her pussy was so damp that she barely needed to touch.

"Oh that's cruel," James moaned as he watched her obvious excitement through the grille.

"I can close the grille if that will help?"

"No."

"What's your problem? My panties are locked in the cell with you."

James shuffled forward and pushed himself against the steel door.

"No way out, until I let you out..." Belinda moaned, hair flying everywhere.

She pulled her dress back down to seal herself up and her breathing finally slowed.

"Would you let me out if I asked?" James said.

Her lips didn't need to respond as the answer was already in her eyes. She blew him a kiss, sneaked one more look at her gorgeous guy and then closed and locked the grille.

James listened to the jingling and tapping disappear into the distance after which the whole building was silent and plunged into darkness. He shuffled over to the small barred window and looked out into the empty courtyard. The place had an eerie and supernatural feel and he felt better knowing that she had padlocked door. At least he was safe inside. He looked up through the barred window, passed the grille to the lights from the distant city.

He thought back to what she'd said about the guy who had spent sixty years in this cell. He imagined how it would feel to watch your life disappear while locked in a tiny jail cell. If only you could get to the other side of the door then you would be free. If only someone hadn't turned the key in the shackles and hadn't pushed home the bolt.

Tonight he was just at trapped as they had been, but his fear of incarceration was easily outweighed by the thrill of being Belinda's prisoner. By taking away his freedom, Belinda had also taken away his stress and by taking away his phone, she had also put him on a much needed technology detox. No emails, no work and absolutely he could do until the morning.

He shuffled back to the makeshift bed and pulled the blankets over him. Belinda had deliberately left her panties and he held them to his face and enjoyed their warm silky touch. He held them to his nose, closed his eyes and started to relive the evening.

*

A few miles away, Belinda tiptoed into the small second bedroom and kissed her sleeping daughter. She crept back out and closed her daughter's door; she smiled, it was the second door she'd closed that night. She unzipped and stepped out of the dress and into the shower. She hadn't buzzed like this for a long time and it took gallons of hot water to calm her down.

She slipped on an old polyester nightdress; with no one to sleep with she hadn't invested in silk. She was still too turned on to sleep, even the cheap manmade material seemed to be stimulating her body with its touch. The keys were safely with her under the duvet, where they would stay all night.

*

James had slept well. Loving making and the relaxing touch of Belinda's body had had a wonderful effect on him and somehow had overcome the discomfort of the shackles. He climbed to his feet and started to think about how what he would do if he had to escape. Okay, it was unlikely, but the look on Belinda's face would be priceless.

First he had to get out of the shackles as they chained him to the wall. No way to squeeze his hands or feet out, so he would have to unlock them. There was a strange shape bolt that had been screwed down tightly inside each of the metal cuffs. That would need to be undone, but he couldn't reach it with his fingers and even if he could, he had no doubt that Belinda had tightened it far too tightly for him to turn.

He tried to pull the shackles in the hope that they would somehow burst free from the wall. They didn't. No doubt some people had spent years locked in these cuffs. People who must have had nightmares about watching their jailer turn the key, locking them up and condemning them to a life of shuffling around, unable to do the most basic tasks. James hadn't even seen his jailer turn the key as she'd been sitting on his face and he'd been too busy kissing her butt.

The end game was the same though, he had been shackled and condemned to a very subservient existence. Without the key James would never escape the heavy steel shackles and without someone unlocking and sliding back the bolt on the door there was no way out of the small concrete cell. It felt strange to be totally dependent on others for his survival. He lay down on the stone floor, still wrapped in the hard steel restraints and waited for his jailer to return.

*

Belinda was in the shower covered in soap. Warm soapy water was dripping from her long hair, down between her breasts, down between her legs and away. It had been so long since she'd made love that her body was still enjoying the after effects. She had been as horny as hell for most of the night, which had made sleep near impossible. She smiled to herself, despite being locked in prison, James was still having an overpowering effect on her body. She pulled on her second favourite pair of underwear, her favourite pair was with her prisoner at the jail, and then covered them with a red fitted top, blue jeans and ankle high black leather boots.

There was still an hour to go before she could drop her daughter off at school and she sat on a stool in her kitchen impatiently waiting for her daughter to get herself ready. She'd taken the gaol keys off the stupidly large key ring and they were now in her jeans pocket, ready to unlock the world's sexiest guy from her jail. She watched with growing frustration as time ticked slowly on.

*

Belinda's boots echoed as she walked through the cell block to cell number five. The door was still closed and padlocked and so at least he hadn't escaped. She opened the observation grille to see James sitting up on the cushions. She put down the tray of coffees, pulled the key from her pocket and unlocked the padlock. She heaved back the heavy bolt and pulled open the door.

"Good morning James!"

"You remembered me."

"Yes, you made quite an impression."

"Nice jeans."

"You'll particularly like the back..."

She turned around to show James both her attractive round butt and the key to the cuffs, which could be seen in her back pocket.

"The key, fantastic! These things are totally debilitating!"

"I know..."

"And I couldn't quite open them by hand."

"They're shackles," Belinda's giggled, "They can only be opened with the key, that kind of the point!"

James held out his chained hands to let Belinda do just that, but instead she just sat down next to him on the makeshift bed.

"Oh, did you want me to unlock you?"

"No, no," he smiled, rolling his eyes.

"Good, then drink your coffee," she giggled as she put a cup into his manacled hands.

She held her own cup to her mouth and watched him drink. James may have been a tall, slim, stunning guy and very intimidating at first sight, but underneath he was kind and funny and totally happy to be in her control. She'd never met a guy like that, someone who didn't want to dominate her. In this little game, James seemed to have no desire to take over. She leaned over and kissed his warm coffee lip.

"Well I have to open the gaol soon," she sighed.

"Yes and I have to get to my meeting and then I'm flying back home tonight."

"You can't go like that..."

"I was hoping you might unlock me."

Belinda leaned across, kissed him and then ran her nose down James's bare chest far enough to see he was again aroused.

"Or I could leave you naked and chained and locked in the punishment cell all day," she purred, "No one would ever know you were inside..."

"Please don't tempt me."

"You can even kiss my bottom."

James looked torn. "I'll be back in town next week."

"OK..."

"But for now I really need that key!"

Belinda grudgingly leaned to one side so that she could slide her hand into her pocket and retrieve the key. Then between kisses, she slowly unscrewed the locks on his manacles. James stood up, redressed and used his hands to brush the dust from his suit. They walked back to the front desk and Belinda opened the front door to let him out. James pushed passed a small group of people who were waiting for the jail to open and walked back to his hotel.